midnight victim

Midnight Victim. the rain falls on my face. --[your hands are shaking]-- I tell you I love you as my MP3 plays angel musick. I lean in to kiss you. && my batteries go dead. _-_-_-_-_-_-_ there was a bleeding expectancy seeping from your eyes, and I felt that feeling you get when you break a mirror and the glass cuts your hands and for a split second you wish it had cut you just a little deeper. just to feel... ...the shocking contentment of being flawed, misshapen, torn. I love being your midnight victim. The one you break down, underneath the moonglow. _-_-_-_-_-_-_ Distracted yet completely focused, you caress me with your trigger hand --[[headphones drop into a puddle]]-- you lean in to kiss me && the stars fall for us. farewell to make belief. 'Cause baby, you're the real thing.